End: It Is Free Use Night

There were two holes in the wall. Side by side.

"S-so they way this works," Rose stammered. "Is we take off our pants, and slide our butts through the holes and...there's a group of guys that are going to be waiting..."

"...and they just fuck us like cheap sluts?" Lois Lane said, her little clitty already getting hard at the idea.

"Not cheap. Free. No money changes hands, so cops can't nab us for prostitution. And we can pull out and leave whenever we want, in case they get too rough or...or you change your mind."

Rose swallowed hard. To Lois, she looked even cuter when she was nervous.

"Have you ever changed your mind?" Lois asked.

The transgirl blushed. "N-no, miss. I really like to take it up the ass."

"It's Lois. And so do I," the reporter assured her. That tingly feeling, the pins and needles, seemed to be deep inside her brain now...and Lois knew it was true. She did want this. And what she wanted...she became.

They pulled off their pants. There were bottles of lube, and they used them generously. Wet and ready holes for the good citizens of Metropolis to use and ****. It was making Lois Lane's little clitty leak in anticipation.

There were boxes to step on, so that their asses would be at just the right height for penetration. The reporter's heart was thundering as she bent over and backed through the oblong hole. Her ass hanging out beyond the ledge. Her little cock and balls crammed against the edge. The air was cold against her bare butt, and she found herself squeezing and relaxing her ass, suddenly nervous.

Do I really want this?

Rose gave a little squeal. She was biting her lower lip, wiggling her hips, face flushed. Lois stared at her in awe, realizing what was happening. The transwoman had a customer already. Probably somebody recognized the hole...fucked smooth as an old whore's...

Then Lois had her own first visitor.

Rough, strong hands pulled her cheeks apart. Instinctively, Lois winked her butthole at her unseen visitor. A thumb ran down the line of her crack, pushed easily inside her anus. Testing the waters. Lois squeezed and relaxed her anus as though trying to suck him in...and that worked for him. Because she felt the thumb pull upwards, and then something pressed against her stretched-open ass.

A cock. Not Rose's little thorn. A proper man's cock. Big and hard, wrapped in latex...and that was the first time Lois had though about condoms. The idea of catching a disease from being used as a public sex toy wasn't as scary as it would have been a few minutes ago. Lois could feel the pins-and-needles sensation spread to just behind her brow, and she wondered if the spell was rewriting her brain, making her a better butt slut.

Butt sluts were made to get fucked. Loved to get fucked.

Lois did.

A moan of pure fulfillment broke from her lips as the cock slid home, the thumb still squeezed into her tight ass, stretching her butthole around them both. For the length of that cock sliding in and out of her ass, Lois forgot all about the assignment she was on, the women that had gone missing, the cult in the basement. Her eyes dropped to half-mast and something dribbled out of the end of her little clitty, her visitor plugging away so forcefully that Lois struggled to maintain her balance. He was fucking her ass as though it was the first he'd fucked in his entire life, and was determined to make up for lost time.

A hand slid onto her own, and Lois gripped it like a lifeline. She turned to look at Rose, who was busy getting her own ass stuffed, and Lois could tell she felt it too. The way the rest of life faded away for those few minutes, as all attention faded, the hard dick pounding away at her asshole demanding all her attention.

"How long?" Lois gasped.

"There's usually a dozen guys. With...both of us here..." Rose whispered. "Maybe an hour...or an hour and a half. They usually just want to blow their loads and go. We're just..."

"Cum sockets," Lois said, and Rose nodded. "And how often is...free use night?"

A grin. "Every night is free use night."

Lois Lane's visitor plunged forward so hard she could feel the hairy sack slap against her taint...and then it pulled out, the cum-filled condom dragging for a moment against her asshole, and then even the thumb was gone. She only felt a moment of emptiness...and then someone else was there, a hard dick against her hot, aching hole...

The reporter bit her lip and squeezed Rose's hand. It would be difficult to adjust her schedule to be here every night...and she'd have to schedule time for an enema first, to be clean...and maybe she could sleep with a plug up her ass to keep herself stretched out...

"I could...maybe make it three times a week?" she said.

"Whatever you want," Rose smiled at her. "I like the company. And maybe after, we can...play some more?"

The reporter felt her heart skip a beat. The pins-and-needles sensation flared briefly, deep in her skull, and then faded. She looked at Rose as though seeing her for the first time.

"Yes," Lois said to her new girlfriend. "I'd like that."

It was how Lois Lane had thought or hoped the night would end. She had not found the missing women, had not found the secret of the cult. Yet she had found out something about herself. Those who thought they knew Lois Lane would be surprised when they saw her now...would be more surprised if they could see the pierced clitty between her legs, the swollen and well-used anus between her cheeks.

And in the alleys of Metropolis, men would begin to spread stories about the two assholes that were free to use...